Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
23.Dec.12, 09:08 AM
B’jin shrugged slightly, peering up at Talian with mild amusement. “Hatchings are always interesting.” Not always good, not always bad – but definitely always interesting. B’jin doubted they would ever be anything else; he had yet to watch a Hatching that didn’t result in something interesting, and Impression no one for saw, a colour that people didn’t expect, hatchlings that climbed walls or ran out with half the candidates chasing it in confusion. B’jin had never seen a Hatchling die, and was hopeful he never would. Surely, if Larrikith would choose such a rocky bond with himself, a dragonet would attach itself to anyone rather than die. He expected that was why Candidate classes were so much larger than the clutch size. The more the merrier, right?
“There will be dozens more likely to Impress.” B’jin said firmly. It was probably insulting, if the statement was looked at in such a manner, but B’jin was pretty sure of his opinion and knew Talian would see past any implied insult at anyrate. The kid didn’t want to Impress, being told he was likely at the bottom of the list could only go down well, right? Except he’s not, Larrikith put in silkily. Shut up. Larrikith’s soft laughter echoed in the back of his mind as B’jin huffed irritably and sat up, rubbing a hand over his face and back through his hair. Taking a moment, B’jin braided the long strands, tying the end with a length of leather and flicking it back over his shoulder. Several strands fell free, but the greenrider ignored them.
“I don’t think that would do much,” He added, referring to Talian’s distasteful joke about thinking suicidal thoughts. “You’d probably have half the clutch trying to bond to save you.” A flat look was given and B’jin picked a fruit from the centre of the table, biting into it as he considered the little firelizard that was clinging to the boy. B’jin bit his bite in half, and offered it to the firelizard in a pinched grip.
“There will be dozens more likely to Impress.” B’jin said firmly. It was probably insulting, if the statement was looked at in such a manner, but B’jin was pretty sure of his opinion and knew Talian would see past any implied insult at anyrate. The kid didn’t want to Impress, being told he was likely at the bottom of the list could only go down well, right? Except he’s not, Larrikith put in silkily. Shut up. Larrikith’s soft laughter echoed in the back of his mind as B’jin huffed irritably and sat up, rubbing a hand over his face and back through his hair. Taking a moment, B’jin braided the long strands, tying the end with a length of leather and flicking it back over his shoulder. Several strands fell free, but the greenrider ignored them.
“I don’t think that would do much,” He added, referring to Talian’s distasteful joke about thinking suicidal thoughts. “You’d probably have half the clutch trying to bond to save you.” A flat look was given and B’jin picked a fruit from the centre of the table, biting into it as he considered the little firelizard that was clinging to the boy. B’jin bit his bite in half, and offered it to the firelizard in a pinched grip.
